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“I’m sorry, Garrett,” Liam said as he handed me a glass of whiskey.
It wasn’t what I typically drank, but I doubted Liam could afford my preference in scotch.
“Micah was called to meet with us before we went to church. The others will have all gathered. I’ll get Micah on our way down.”
Not smirking at the way he called a meeting among his men “church” was difficult. I had always found biker clubs to be cliché. It was a dirtier, uncivilized gang of criminals. The family at least had a standard, unlike the men here. Again, I was judging them. I had to control that if this was going to work.
“This way,” Liam said to me as he headed for the door of his office.
I downed the amber liquid in the glass, then set it on the bar as I followed him into the hallway. There were doors that I knew were rooms for the higher-up members in the club. Liam walked down the hall and stopped at the third door on his right.
“FUCK, that’s it! Suck it like a good little slut,” a voice shouted inside the room.
Liam sighed and shook his head, then banged loudly on the door.
“MICAH! CHURCH NOW!” Liam yelled.
“Fuuuck!” Micah called out from inside the room. “Yeah, okay.”
Liam scowled. “Get your dick out of her goddamn mouth! We have business.”
“Fuck, baby, suck that dick … take it deep … TAKE IT! I’M COMING!”
Liam looked disgusted as he glanced back at me. “I sometimes wonder why I put up with his shit.”
“Why do you?” I asked.
If one of my men disobeyed me this way, I’d have them killed.
“I raised him,” Liam replied. “He’s like a son.”
Now, that, I could somewhat understand. He wasn’t his flesh and blood, but that wasn’t what made family. Loyalty made family.
The door swung open, and Micah was grinning while zipping up his jeans.
“Sorry, Liam. It’s hard to walk away from a blow like that.”
His gaze swung to me then, and I saw him stiffen. We’d never met officially, but like I knew who he was, I knew that he was well aware of who I was.
“Mr. Hughes,” he said, closing the door behind him. “I didn’t realize you were here.”
“If you could keep your dick out of her mouth, then you’d have seen my text. And stay out of Tex’s goddamn room,” Liam said, sounding disgusted. “Now, let’s get to church.”
I followed Liam as he led me down the stairs I’d come up when I arrived. The black walls seemed all very forced. As if they were trying to be dangerous by color choices alone. The paint on a wall did not make you threatening. The willingness to end a life did. I doubted these men had much of that in them. Especially the pretty boy who would rather get his cock sucked than listen to the chain of command. But then my youngest son wasn’t much different. He, too, struggled to obey when it came to his pleasures.
“This way,” Liam said as he opened a large wooden door and stepped inside.
Leather jackets, which they all called cuts, with their emblem on the back and their title patched on the front; tattoos; scarred faces; beards; cigarettes hanging out of most mouths—it all fit the description of a biker club. It also stank of stale beer and nicotine. A good cigar I could respect. A Marlboro I could not. It was just a waste of a good set of lungs.
“Men, I’d like you to meet Garrett Hughes,” Liam began.
For the next fifteen minutes, he discussed the decision to work with the family and the benefits it would mean for them. I listened and didn’t speak. These weren’t my men, and I respected that. Liam was their leader. I took in their expressions. I was an expert at reading people. Men at least. Women I wasn’t always the best at, but what man was?
For the most part, his men seemed happy about the connection. I could see doubt in the eyes of a few older ones, but nothing to be concerned with. This wasn’t something I offered to just anyone, especially a biker club. They all seemed to realize that.
When Liam was finished speaking, the men all stood, and I spoke to a few who approached me. Even in their need to appear as if my presence didn’t intimidate them, I could see it in their mannerisms. The way they struggled to meet my gaze. Yes, every one of them knew if I wanted them dead, they would be within minutes.
“My girl is waiting on me,” Micah said with that cocky smirk on his face.
“Oh, yeah? Which one?” the man who had been introduced as Tex called out, and the others laughed.
Micah scowled then, and I was surprised to see he had it in him.
